The Positive Test

Three weeks after the breeding stream, the entire barn was quiet.

Dorothy had been checking you every single day — feeling your heavy udders, monitoring how much milk you were producing, and gently pressing on your lower belly.

This morning, she brought a special pregnancy test into the barn.

She had you kneel on the soft pink mats, legs spread, your massive leaking udders resting on the floor. Your cow tail flicked nervously behind you while your ears twitched with anxiety. Drool poured steadily from your lolling tongue.

Dorothy crouched in front of you, holding the digital pregnancy test wand.

“Open your legs wider, MooMoo. Mommy’s going to check if you’re finally carrying.”

She gently slid the test into your dripping pussy, collecting a sample. Then she set it on the small table and waited.

The silence felt heavy.

You mooed softly, ears folded back, tail curling between your legs.

Dorothy watched the test with intense focus.

Then her eyes widened.

A bright smile spread across her face.

“Ohhh… yes,” she whispered, voice trembling with excitement.

She turned the screen toward you.

PREGNANT

Dorothy let out a delighted laugh and immediately pulled you into her arms, hugging your head against her soft breasts.

“You’re pregnant, MooMoo!” she cried happily. “Mommy actually knocked you up. My sweet little dairy cow is going to have a baby~”

Your cow ears perked up, then flattened again. Your tail started wagging slowly, betraying your overwhelmed emotions.

Dorothy pulled back and cupped your face, kissing your extended tongue passionately.

She was glowing with possessive joy.

“From now on, everything changes,” she said, rubbing your still-flat belly. “We’re going to document every single week of your pregnancy on stream. Your belly growing… your udders getting even bigger and fuller… everyone’s going to watch my breeding cow swell up.”

She gently squeezed one of your breasts. A thick stream of milk shot out.

“And with the pregnancy hormones on top of everything else… these udders are going to become absolutely massive.”

Dorothy stood up and gently guided you onto your breeding bench again.

She climbed on top of you, sliding her thick cock back into your pregnant pussy with a satisfied groan.

“Time to celebrate,” she purred, starting to thrust slowly and deeply. “Mommy’s going to keep breeding you through the entire pregnancy. I want you dripping milk and cum every single day while your belly grows.”

You could only moan brokenly, tongue hanging out:

“M-moooooo…! M-moooooo…!”

Dorothy fucked you with deep, loving strokes, one hand gently rubbing your belly the entire time.

“My perfect pregnant cow,” she whispered lovingly. “You’re never going back. You’re going to stay right here in this barn… leaking, swelling, and getting bred for the rest of your life.”

Your tail wagged faster.

Your heavy udders leaked milk everywhere.

And deep inside your womb, a new life was already growing.